Depression Sucks Ass.
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Last published Sun, Jun 12, 2016
I suffer from bipolar depression. And in some ways I understand what some people are going through. but they are not the same as me. Everyone goes through their own depression state, and wishes someone will understand what they are going through. And some, including me, have the scars to prove it.
And I would strongly appreciate it if everyone could open their the minds to what you are about to read, for some of it still keeps me up at night. And some of it you might understand the struggle because you to feel that way at that exact moment, So please keep an open mind and try to understand what its like.
And I am terribly sorry if this offended you in any way.
And if you are going through anything bad in your life, I am sorry and please don't give up. You are worth every second of the day, so please DON'T GIVE UP
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